I was running to that sprinter van parked on the bank’s parking lot on Sunset and Vine. It was safe to leave it overnight, as we had a little deal with the security guards, I believe.
I am getting in, turn on the engine and it’s this Hotline Bling bullshit on, again. At that time, you can’t not hear that stupid track if you turn the radio on. If you’re entering a gas station. A restaurant. A restroom. Probably a hospital. It’s everywhere.
I’ve always disliked Drake, his nasal voice and his industry plant (his uncle is goddamn Larry Graham) manners. So seeing him getting demolished by our L.A. lyricist #1 I mean, I’m not mad.
But yeah, I’m disappointed. I’m out here designing shit for a better future. We’re learning about what powerful black men did in the music business in the 2000s and all is appalling, times 100. We’ve had the biggest protests in human history for George Floyd, and that didn’t do a-ny-thing.
Meanwhile I witness two grown millionaires talking shit while people are like “culture!!” over a quickly produced beat that is not good.
It’s annoying. I’m annoying. Let’s focus. OVer and Out.